It rained + I was too chicken to jog outside by myself in the dark, so I went to the gym and did my scheduled jogging stuff there. I was told to increase the incline if using a treadmill – so I did – but not much. Wore me out.

I REALLY did not want to go. I spent an hour hemming and hawing and trying to talk myself out of it before I walked out the door. I wanted to go, but I didn’t. I thought about going early in the morning to catch up today’s missed run – but I didn’t want to screw up the plan + I’m holding myself accountable here …. so I went. Reluctantly.

I walked on the treadmill for about 5 minutes before I worked up the guts to jog.

So glad I did it, of course. Felt awesome when it was over. I have NO IDEA why I try to talk myself out of things that I WANT and ultimately ENJOY.

Here’s what I’m about to eat:

Leftover chicken + spinach + little bit honey + some nuts + a small glass of milk. Not pictured = some provolone cheese. I have been thinking about milk and/or cheese since I woke up this morning, so I’m going with it. I generally very much dislike drinking milk and have this craving only a couple of times a year, at most. Very weird.